Lanthiriel requested a birthday drabble about the relationship of Eowyn and Queen Evenstar

Dandelion clocks

That Ithilien summer’s day had seemed endless, when, amidst a field of gold, Eowyn had shared with them her folklore. Laughing they had torn apart the sunny faces, petal by petal, to prove their husbands’ love, then chased their children through the puff-ball clouds stirred up by telling the hours.

Later, as evening fell, her needle had recalled the bright yellow circles transforming into gossamer globes; how each starry, grey-threaded seed reached beyond the rim waiting for the wind to carry it away.

This Arwen remembered dimly as through a veil she watched the hollow stem returning to the soil.